My grandma’s hope chest is one of my favorite things. It’s old and beat up- the hinges are broken and the scratches are deep.
My grandma had longed for a hope chest and my grandpa gifted it to her when they were still pretty freshly married. I made my grandma go through the contents of the chest with me many, MANY times. We combed through albums of letters, photos and news clippings pretty regularly. I loved hearing her reminisce. I loved sitting at her feet while she sat in her chair scratching her brain for details of her honeymoon, Florida trips, her siblings, and of course her kids.
Donna Mae. That was my Grams. She always did her nails, never left the house without mascara, was stubborn, headstrong, loved carousel horses and her grandkids.
She never got to meet my babies this side of heaven and that breaks me every time I think about it. When I see Josiah propped up on “his very special seat” I just melt a little because I can imagine the pride in her eyes over this sweet, smart little man.
"Credo nell'universo nascosto in uno sguardo
Nella magia del tempo che scandisce un cambiamento
E resterà il ricordo ma non sarà un tormento
Dopo aver fatto un patto col mio ego credo
E credo nelle lacrime che sciolgono le maschere
Credo nella luce delle idee
Che il vento non può spegnere
Io credo in questa vita, credo in me"
17.10.2012 #remembering#picoftheday#portrait#trhowback#proud 💗
Really can't stop thinking about this lady today 😢 can't believe it's nearly 8 years ago since I lost one of my best friends...
I start crying then end up laughing remembering all the daft stuff you used to do and all the shit you'd get Julie into 😂. I'd give anything to have you here right now, I miss you so much. You were the kindest, funniest, most beautiful person with the biggest smile. Everyone needed a Joanne in their lives and I'm so glad i had you in mine 😘👼💔